Lyrics of Skolegården - Pede B

Skolegården (original)

Skriver tekster klokken seks om morgnen i Istanbul lufthavn
Mærkeligt at man ku komme så langt med så kikset et kunstnernavn (pede b)
Før de kendte mig som freestyle battle-pede
Gjorde jeg mig mest i rim der var skrevet ned
Næsten alle jeg kendte rimede da vi lige var blevet teenagere
Stilede efter at kunne skrive vilde tekster
I min folkeskole klasse var ingen gode til at rappe
Men ingen tabte mod alle der var tekster i min skoletaske
Skrev rim, kun med tanker om hvad de andre ville
Sige når man spyttede det, for æren yo den var på spil
Rettede til, fokuserede kun på om dit crew ku li det
Før vi kom ud og spille og folk begyndte at udgive det
Blev snuppet for dumme ting men langt fra dope boys
Bare en flok møgunger der trillede op i smokers choice
Var aldrig en bølle men heller i’k bange for at skynde
Mig med at hjælpe nogen med at slutte noget andre begyndte
Jeg var stor af min alder så selvom det var hårde odds
Var jeg sgu tit op at slås' med dem fra klassen over os
Især en spillede kæmpe stor hver eneste dag
Men gemte sig bag en kæmpe flok når det var ved' at gå rigtig galt
Kan tydeligt huske hvordan han stoppede mig på gangen
Hvor han hang med så mange han ik' behøvede at være bange
Hev mig til side og så spurgte det forbandede skvat
Om det passede at mig og drengene skrev en masse rap
Jeg svarede ja uden at vide om jeg sku' spæne
Men tænkte at jeg ligeså godt ku' prøve at se hvad han sagde til det
Han synes det var herre fedt, og jeg synes det var mærkeligt
Måden jeg fik respekt bare for at rappe lidt
Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Vi plejede at have hovedet op, hagen tilbage
Vis dem hvad du' lavet af
Du kan læse på folks fjæs om du the man idag
Og så hjem og find på noget mer'
Hvis du ik' har prøvet det så kan du ik' forstå det her
Kommer hjem fra skole, smider min taske i en lænestol
Udenfor varmer de sidste strålers eftermiddags sol
Min mormor sidder inde ved vores spisebord
Og læser en avis for hun skal passe på min lillebror
Jeg gir' hende et kram og hun virker lidt reserveret
Som frustrationerne i hendes hoved er indespærret
Min mor har grædt i køkkenet de sidste par aftener
Og mere drama lige nu er noget jeg virkelig ik' magter
Så jeg går ind på værelset og lukker døren bag mig
Uden større planer end at høre musik til ørerne springer
En time efter hører jeg bank på min dør
Jeg åbner og fortryder jeg ik' gad at snak' med hende før
For min mormor er mere end virkelig sød
Og nu står hun og siger hun ville ønske det var hende der var død
Så hvad sku' jeg gøre jeg var 14 eller 15
Min evne til at trøste voksne mennesker var ik' står i længden
Men guderne skal da vide at jeg prøvede
Tror jeg virkede lidt bøvet, men hun var virkelig bedrøvet
Så i forsøget på at klare det kaos, hentede jeg falaffler til os
Kom mormor, vi lægger de tanker bag os
Tør øjnene, gå ind til brormand foran tossekassen
Så ser vi tegnefilmen, lad være at tænk på opvasken
Et par timer gik og da alle var lagt i seng
Gik jeg ind på værelset og skrev om hvor sej jeg var igen
Som om det var min måde at tackle alle småtingene
Nedture og opsvingene var lettere at holde til det
Mikkel Mund har sagt det rimelig klart
Uanset hvad der piner mig så rimer jeg
Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Vi plejede at have hovedet op, hagen tilbage
Vis dem hvad du' lavet af
Du kan læse på folks fjæs om du the man idag
Og så hjem og find på noget mer'
Hvis du ik' har prøvet det så kan du ik' forstå det her
Hvor vil jeg hen med det her, det kan være svært at føle
Vil bare sige at min rapstil den ik' er født af stjernedrømme
Ik' af tanken om at blive genkendt som en skuespiller
Eller ha' millioner på youtubes viewtæller
Ik' at være den hårdeste, ik' at ha det bedste hook
Men bare få folk til at grine før frikvarteret igen var slut
Så når anmeldere de siger noget om Peter
Tænker jeg altid de ik' fatter mine prioriteter
Jeg mener, den dag i dag er det stadig bare min omgangskreds
Jeg har i tankerne når jeg skal skrive en fucking tekst
Så hvis du hader, argumenteret eller ubegrundet
Husk du oprindeligt ik' var publikummet
Det var nemlig cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Cyphers i skolegården
Vi plejede at have hovedet op, hagen tilbage
Vis dem hvad du' lavet af
Du kan læse på folks fjæs om du the man idag
Og så hjem og find på noget mer'
Hvis du ik' har prøvet det så kan du ik' forstå det her

(translation)

Writes texts at six in the morning at Istanbul airport
Strange that you could get so far with such an artist name (pede b)
Before they knew me as a freestyle battle-pede
I did most of myself in rhymes that were written down
Almost everyone I knew rhymed when we had just become teenagers
Styled after being able to write wild texts
In my elementary school class, no one was good at rapping
But no one lost against everyone there were texts in my school bag
Wrote rhymes, only with thoughts of what the others wanted
Say when you spat it, for the honor yo it was at stake
Corrected, focused only on whether your crew ku li it
Before we came out and played and people started publishing it
Was snatched for stupid things but far from dope boys
Just a bunch of lads rolling up in smoker's choice
Was never a bully but I'm not afraid to hurry either
Me helping someone finish something others started
I was big of my age so even though it was tough odds
Was I damn often up to fight 'with them from the class above us
Especially one played giant big every single day
But hid behind a huge crowd when it was about to go really wrong
Can clearly remember how he stopped me in the hallway
Where he hung out with so many he did not need to be afraid of
Raised me aside and then asked the damn squat
If it suited me and the boys wrote a lot of rap
I answered yes without knowing if I should buckle
But I thought I might as well try to see what he said to it
He thinks it was gentlemanly fat and I think it was weird
The way I got respect just for rapping a bit
We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
We used to have our heads up, chins back
Show them what you're made of
You can read on people's faces about you the man today
And then go home and come up with something more '
If you have not tried it then you can not understand this
Coming home from school, throwing my bag in an armchair
Outside, the afternoon rays of the last rays warm
My grandmother is sitting inside at our dining table
And reading a newspaper because she has to take care of my little brother
I give her a hug and she seems a little reserved
As the frustrations in her head are trapped
My mom has been crying in the kitchen the last few nights
And more drama right now is something I really can not
So I go into the room and close the door behind me
With no bigger plans than listening to music to the ears jump
An hour later I hear a knock on my door
I open up and regret I did not 'bother to talk' to her before
For my grandmother is more than really sweet
And now she stands and says she wished it was her who was dead
So what should I do I was 14 or 15
My ability to comfort adults was not in the long run
But the gods must then know that I tried
I think I seemed a little upset, but she was really sad
So in an attempt to cope with that chaos, I fetched falafels for us
Come on Grandma, we'll put those thoughts behind us
Dry your eyes, go in to brother in front of the crazy box
Then we see the cartoon, do not think about the dishes
A couple of hours went by and when everyone was put to bed
I went into the room and wrote about how cool I was again
As if it was my way of tackling all the little things
The downturns and the upswings were easier to keep up with
Mikkel Mund has said it reasonably clearly
Whatever torments me, I rhyme
We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
We used to have our heads up, chins back
Show them what you're made of
You can read on people's faces about you the man today
And then go home and come up with something more '
If you have not tried it then you can not understand this
Where do I want to go with this, it can be hard to feel
Just want to say that my rap style is not born of star dreams
Ik 'of the idea of ​​being recognized as an actor
Or have millions on youtube's view counter
Not to be the toughest, not to have the best hook
But just make people laugh before the break is over again
So when reviewers they say something about Peter
I always think they do not understand my priorities
I mean, to this day, it's still just my circle of friends
I have in mind when I have to write a fucking text
So if you hate, argued or unfounded
Remember you were not originally the audience
It was cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
Cyphers in the schoolyard
We used to have our heads up, chins back
Show them what you're made of
You can read on people's faces about you the man today
And then go home and come up with something more '
If you have not tried it then you can not understand this